Sunday, May 23, 2010

lazy river confession

And there is nothing like these blues

These misunderstandings

Moments in time in which
I lost self.


And what I had left
floated down river


all the colors
of all the waters
that I've merged with.

This is also
one of those blues with

Like what used to be blown
out of
Louis' horn.

When wind gives way
to stillness,

death gives way
to life.

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